Time Poem by barnabas michael barde

Time the slayer of yesterday
'N' today you'll spend the day till it'll exust to fade
Strictly ye prohibit procastination and provide no ear to pleas...
Time the mercy of every seconds you spear not
A no twaddle entertainer of the sluggard.

Time ye awaite for no one
Not e'en the sleeping clock
Slowpoisonously your door close for eternity
Against past misfortunes
'N' open's only for the present
As the future awaite's your smarmy silent aproach
Your legs run's in no return

All the moment you go tic tic 'n' gone forward ever

Time, your same terrible trait of nature
Give's life it content
For without it life forward and backward not

Oh time the oldest as nature drow us not to weak days
Yet aprove our wish to living younger as you clock daily to your ceaseless destiny.